Back to Work

My silence over the past few weeks is solely due to going back to work. I'm enjoying my job tremendously. Not only is it great to feel normal again but I'm working on one of my favorite shows Madame Butterfly. Nearly everyday I get chills as our amazing soprano opens her mouth. I also revel in the genius that is our director. It is going to be a beautiful production and it's selling out quickly.

The downside is I have very limited time with Baby Chang. I usually get a couple of hours in the morning and on good days I'm home in time to read stories and put her to bed. It's not enough! She is enjoying her days with Prairie Dad which makes being away easier but walking out the door each morning is often more difficult than it should be. We are figuring it out though. It makes my days off even more precious and sacred.

The other thing that has been difficult is that by the end of the week I'm exhausted. There is always a very long nap on that precious day off. We always start the day with grand plans that often get waylaid in favor of the nap. Also by the end of each day I'm tired. I usually have enough energy to put Baby Chang to bed, make dinner and fall into bed.

So forgive me for the silence but I'm off to bed.

More excitement than should be legal

So tonight Baby Chang and I had a bit of excitement while Prairie Dad ran to get a few necessities from the grocery store (mainly a Diet Pepsi for Mr. Chang). I was trying to get dinner ready and poof KITCHEN FIRE! Yep my first kitchen fire. Baby Chang and I were having a good time when the fire alarm went off. The fire alarm going off is not a new experience in the Prairie/Chang household -- just ask our neighbors. So I grab a towel and fan the fire alarm into silence. I turn to look at the oven and it seems a little bright.

I look closer and yep flames, the chicken being broiled is on fire. One of the best things we have done with Baby Chang is give her a healthy fear of the oven and hot things in general. So luckily she cowered in the hallway while I threw half a bag of flour on the flames. So picture the chaos fire alarm wailing, flour and flames flying, baby screaming in the corner...

Amazingly when Prairie Dad returned he said "mmm it smells like chicken" rather than "I could smell the smoke down the hall". Then he walked into the kitchen. My explanation "we had a bit of excitement while you were gone". Tomorrow night we are going out for Chinese.

Well I've now survived cancer AND my first Kitchen Fire.